#nighttfight

[mayxthexforce-moved]

In These Walls I Still Hear Your Heartbeat || Diana & Bruce

Plotted starter for @nighttfight

Things had been getting tougher and tougher lately. It seemed that each week something huge happened and the league had to intervene, they struggled but succeeded, then followed a couple days of peace before another villain decided to make an attempt against the peace.

This week's big event was Killer Croc and Scarecrow breaking out of Arkham, working together, and along with some other patients, they posed a big enough threat for Bruce to actually ask for the league's help, something that was still rare despite the years they'd spent working together as a team and facing threats that Diana thought to be far more dangerous than the current threat.

Oh, if only she'd known how wrong she was.

Diana's skin crawled as she managed to tackle Flash out of the Scarecrow's cloud of gas, the vision she'd had to face before reaching her friend still played in her mind even as she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head and forcing herself to focus on Barry, his face pale and hands shaking from his own awful vision.

Clark and Kara flew above them and took care of the gas clouds, preventing them from spreading ant further and allowing Diana to drag Barry further away from the danger as he recovered. She looked around, Nightwing and Damian were taking care of the patients they'd already captured, while some other members of the league prevented the ones they hadn't caught yet from getting any further into Gotham and helped evacuate civilians.

She couldn't see Batman anywhere.

"Where's Bruce?" she asked to Barry. Upon seeing the same confused and worried expression in the speedster's eyes, Diana leaned on her comms. "Br- Batman, where are you?"

[maximummusesarch]

@nighttfight

“This is so cool!”  Maps is like a kid in a candy store running around in the cave.  And who could blame her?  This is Batman’s secret lair!  This place really is the coolest place on Earth!

“I’m aware.  Just be cautious.  My father will know if anything is out of place.”  Damian is slow behind her, keeping an eye out for cameras and motion detectors.  Better safe than sorry.

“Is this where Batman solves all his-”  And whatever Maps was about to say is cut short by the sound of a car roaring into the cave and she freezes like a deer in the headlights.  Whoops.

“Hide!”  There was no time to make it back to the manor before Batman made it into the cave, so this would have to do.  Maps pauses for a moment, looking around before deciding she can squeeze behind the computer.  This better work.

“Father, welcome back.”  Damian greets, trying to make things seem as normal in the cave as possible.

[pndorawrites]

it seems to be a quiet night, it has been the past days, which is good. they need some rest since their past mission, the whole watch tower is in silence, and the amazon walks to the monitoring room with three cups. coffee for bruce, hot cocoa for clark and tea for her. as soon as she is in the room a soft smile corves her lips, looking at the men. ▬ i think we are ready for tonight.

superwonder bat ft @nighttfight​ & @krygothite​

[adrenalinesaint]

“It’s up to you to make sure that can’t happen, Batman. For justice. We can’t have a $10,000 Riddler Bathwater Incident. His ego would finally just go supernova.”

[archived-brokentoys]

@nighttfight​ said:

batman vc: sounds fake but ok

“ & RUIN my PERFECT SKIN ? ? Why would I want to do ANYTHING to change my ALREADY PERFECT SKIN ? ”

[humanitysbridge]

@nighttfight​ 

Shaky breathing, muffled pleads for life, the faint smell of urine in the air. Victor sighs as his eyes sweep across the room. Yep. This is definitely the place. Being friends with the greatest detective’s oldest means you do personal favors. Favors like stopping a homicidal, not-dead, trigger-happy little brother from killing scumbags. It’s complex--because Victor hates most of these people as much as the next hero, but deciding who lives and dies isn’t his job. It shouldn’t be anyone’s job. Killing is a slippery slope, and once it starts, the nuance of a person’s character and potential are lost. It’s easier to kill than to reform. But if a person’s dead, they can’t come back and do harm again.

It’s complex. Complicated. Aggravating. 

Luckily, he doesn’t have to make a hard call tonight. He’s here to save a few crummy lives and check-in on the red-masked vigilante. Crossing his arms he calls out aloud, knowing he’s heard. 

“Alright, Red. You’re gonna start hearin’ sirens in about fifty seconds--so how about we bounce and get a milkshake? We can discuss the phone calls you’re ignorin’.” 

[rcnger]

        ❛ I... Don’t mean to sound invasive, or rude... But... ❜

   Cyana’s tail coiled around her leg, her ears folding as the words left    her mouth, she hasn’t seen many Tieflings in her travels, other than    Belaia in her party; she’s never encountered another one of her kin,    it should feel more comfortable to talk to your own kind, but... The    Ranger only felt anxiety rise up in her throat.

        ❛ -- Do you ever... Struggle ?? With... Yourself... ??           With what you are... ?? ❜

   Do you ever think of yourself as a monster ?? A demon ?? Were    the questions she wanted to ask, but... Her mind was screaming    at her to never speak those words, in case of scaring the other off.

                                            @nighttfight​   /   closed [x] .

[gatecoeur]

nighttfight needs a hideout

It didn’t surprise Arrie at all Batman had figured out who she and her siblings were. He was The World’s Greatest Detective, after all. What did surprise her though was that she had been sought out in the first place. Was he here to help find Érik? If so, why now? An even better question ; How did she even make it on his radar in the first place?

“No offense to you, but why are you interested in my brother?” the shapeshifter asked. “He’s been missing for years... Is there something you know that you’re not telling me?”

{ @nighttfight​ }